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Director
Gus Van Sant has gone on record that the title of his Columbine-inspired
drama Elephant derives from the Buddhist parable about three
blind men who cannot describe a pachyderm after touching it. It also
might equally apply to the Borscht Belt parable that goes something
like if it feels like, looks like, smells like, it's probably
However, to grapple
with seemingly senseless violence, the filmmaker has adopted an unconventional,
even audacious narrative. Realizing that the demands of the faux documentary
style include perspective and invariably lead to conclusions, he's opted
for an impressionistic rendering of events. The details are all laid
out, but as Goddard once observed, a story needs a beginning, middle
and end, though not necessarily in that order.
From the opening
sequence, it's clear that Van Sant is taking the road less traveled.
From a high angle, he tracks a car proceeding along a boulevard, casually
scraping parked vehicles and continuing along the road in erratic fashion.
When it stops, John (John Robinson), a high school student, tells
his father (Timothy Bottoms) that he'll take over the driving
and that he'll have someone collect him once they get to his school.
Van Sant eschews
editorial but deftly presents a tidy neighborhood nonetheless touched
by unemployment, drug abuse and the absence of parental supervision.
For the next hour his camera roams through the corridors and classrooms
of a suburban school and provides snap shots of a dozen kids. The characters
and situations are unremarkable and could easily be taking place in
any reasonably sized city in America.
While the story
never lingers on any particular character, it's clear that the director
has a genuine affection for all his kids. He's protective without coddling
and sensitive to their limited perspectives. Conscious or otherwise,
he repeats seemingly banal incidents from different angles, perhaps
to find some hidden clue or simply to underline that there was no defining
moment that presaged the horror. One can note slurs or attempt to link
some activity as the spur for a violent action, but neither provides
the sort of ammunition necessary to connect cause to effect.
Curiously, even
without pat answers, Elephant does not come across as the portrait
of a hopeless situation. There's a quiet, authoritative quality to the
way Van Sant presents the situation that forces the viewer to look inward
and ponder his compliance. To dismiss the bigger picture is to miss
the point and to miss the point nurtures the very breeding ground that
feeds terrible, inexplicable things like Columbine.
A New Line Cinema
release of a Meno Films production. Produced by Dany Wolf. Director/screenplay,
Gus Van Sant. Camera, Harris Savides. Editor, Van Sant. Art director,
Benjamin Hayden.
Alex Frost (Alex), Eric Duelen (Eric), John Robinson (John McFarland),
Carrie Finklea (Carrie), Nathan Tyson (Nathan), Timothy Bottoms (Mr.
McFarland), Matt Malloy (Mr. Luce).
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Leonard Klady